| Written by Fr. Pier Giorio di Cicco,
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Firstly, I don’t believe in the world.
It looks like paradise
but I know heaven is in the dark, like
a lost key.
Only my words can bring it back,
like prayers,
like blind men tapping.
Finally there is the only song I had not
prepared for.
I know this, that the world is
invisible, as I look to
to the centre of the earth for the grace that lines
my bones, as I wait for
something like mercy.
Love is what I would have uttered
like a song to sing without a mouth,
Love is what I wanted to hear —
Like the sound of creation praising itself.
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Fr. Pier Giorio Di Cicco |
| About the author: |
| Fr. Pier Giorgio DiCicco, a priest of the Archdiocese of Toronto, has authored 17 books of poetry. He was born in Italy, raised in Montreal, Boston and Toronto and has taught at the University of Toronto. He is currently Poet Laureate of the City of Toronto. His poetry is published by The Mansfield Press
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